The next morning came with sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows, but Kingsley didn’t feel its warmth.

He sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed in the navy blue suit Beth had picked out. His hands were clasped loosely between his knees, head bowed slightly. Beth, in a sleek white dress and heels that clicked against the floor with every step, was checking her reflection for the third time.

“They’ll probably bring you in toward the end,” Kingsley said softly, ...